Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Flipper,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.